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Taken 20-Feb-17
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Category:Animals
Subcategory:Horses
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Keywords:American, Wild, and, black, clouds, colt, extremes, filly, foal, mare, mustang, mustangs, paint, pinto, running, storm, trotting, weather, white
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Dimensions3777 x 2535
Original file size4.59 MB
Image typeJPEG
Color spacesRGB
Date taken21-Feb-17 04:34
Date modified21-Feb-17 04:34
Shooting Conditions

Camera makeCanon
Camera modelCanon EOS REBEL T2i
Focal length300 mm
Exposure1/250 at f/25
FlashNot fired, compulsory mode
Exposure bias0 EV
Exposure modeAuto
Exposure prog.Shutter priority
ISO speedISO 1600
Metering modePattern
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Mare and Foal running the ridgeline.

Near the end of our day's journey far outside of the large herd congregation of the "Hollywoods" miles west, we found ourselves in unknown territory, walking up and out of a canyon ... once again, big cat habitat. You can feel them. I never sound the alarm to those with me, but am always relieved when we find ourselves where we get up high and out in the open, outside of the rimrock draws and cliff areas, and where we can scan more than 30 yards around us.
We weren't yet sure where our rig was from this GPS position on the HMA, and there was odd silence all around. But we continued the trek up the hill and south, knowing at some point we'll have to head west but concerned with overshooting the rig. This half day hike was a loop to scout for the outofbounds 'stangs.
Even with someone there with me... out here in "no-man's land" was beginning to feel more alone and somewhat vulnerable. Then even more so as my sixth sense... or unknown radar was picking up on something otherwise imperceptible. We then thought we heard a distant stallion holler, but shrugged it off to imagination when we heard nothing further other than wind whispers past our ears. Trudging up the steep grade for quite a while, could feel tired legs and complaining feet, 'One foot in front of the other..' I told myself.
Finally saw a lighter area above the dark thick juniper forest, indicating a clearing. Still in unknown territory, but at least coming out of a dark canyon of juniper... when suddenly, we saw two mustangs standing at the top watching us... Soon after, a wild mare and foal ran the hill top heading west, followed by the rest of the band.